Robbie raised his hands, signaling to everyone not to act rashly.
"Are you saying you're surrendering?" Shanmiusen looked at Robbie sarcastically.
"Actually, I am a Paladin."
Robbie's expression was incredibly solemn, and a holy radiance flowed across his skin.
"At Northshire Abbey, my instructor Brother Sammuel, taught me that the Scourge Undead always our enemy. I haven't forgotten the destruction of Lordaeron, nor the duty of Paladin. That day, I was strolling in Embaari Village when I sensed an Evil Undead force. My Paladin's duty left me no choice. I rushed into the Truna Observatory, encountered my enemy, and charged forward with burning passion..."
Shanmiusen interrupted Robbie, coldly saying, "So you admit to a conflict with Chief Ner'zhul? I'm now charging you with disrupting the peace..."
"General, please let me finish." Robbie interrupted him just as rudely, "I admit there was a battle with Ner'zhul, but it wasn't Ner'zhul, chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, but the Lich King Ner'zhul."
"What nonsense are you spouting? The Lich King Ner'zhul is long dead, how could he possibly be on Draenor?" Shanmiusen roared.
"Who knows? Maybe one of the Bronze Dragonflight got mischievous again, or maybe the Lich King Ner'zhul isn't even dead. Nobody saw it with their own eyes anyway. He might be revisiting his homeland, reminiscing, and perhaps even having a secret rendezvous with Rulkan, doing something inappropriate for children, and then fathering a litter of Lich cubs." Robbie stared at Shanmiusen, speaking with an air of authority. "General, if we invite Ner'zhul, the chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, for a confrontation, we can prove what I'm saying is true. The truth is, the real Ner'zhul has been replaced; the Lich King Ner'zhul now leads the Shadowmoon Clan."
"You bastard, you're talking nonsense. This doesn't even qualify as evidence."
"General, you also have no proof that I'm lying." Robbie decided to stick to his shamelessness.
Shanmiusen turned around and looked coldly at Velen: "Prophet, it's your turn to step forward and tell the truth."
It would be troublesome if Velen testified, after all, he was a highly respected Prophet. Robbie quickly retorted, "Prophet Velen couldn't tell Ner'zhul apart; he couldn't even distinguish between true and false prophecies."
Robbie's face paled instantly upon seeing the Prophet, his wrinkles deepening. He murmured, "The Holy Light is with us. Not all wanderers have lost themselves. I have met Chieftain Ner'zhul; he is a kind and loyal old Orcs."
"But he bit off your arm, didn't he?" Robbie mocked, though the Holy Light had repaired Velen's arm, it didn't look quite right.
Velen's expression changed upon hearing this. After hesitating for a long time, he still stubbornly said, "Although he bit off my arm, it cannot change Chieftain Ner'zhul for peace."
"Chief Ner'zhul has captured many Draenei, who will all become sacrifices for the Shadowmoon Clan."
Velen's face turned ashen, and he said with growing unease, "That was merely a necessary sacrifice, a price that must be paid for peace. It cannot prevent the friendship between the Shadowmoon Clan and the Draenei."
Robbie finally understood why the Draenei, who possessed interstellar technology, could be defeated by the backward Orcs, the Orcs, and nearly be wiped out. With a leader like Velen, it would be strange if the Draenei hadn't been slaughtered.
How the Orcs defeated the Draenei: Battle Axe and a bit of dark magic.
As a powerful race capable of interstellar travel, and having mastered the mysterious warp technology, even if they didn't invent Star Destroyers or antimatter cannons, they should at least have fighter jets and tanks, right? To put it another way, even in a contest of physical strength, the Draenei, with their strong physiques thanks to the Holy Light, wouldn't be inferior to the Orcs drank the Mannoroth's Blood.
Why did the Draenei of Outland lose? There's only one answer: their Draenei, was a complete idiot. His stubbornness practically bound the Draenei's hands, allowing Velen Orcs to slaughter them at will.
The tragic fate of the Draenei seems to have been an inevitable historical event.
Robbie sneered:
"Velen, you've lost your way. Don't you know how Evil the Lich King Ner'zhul is? Do you want to oppose the entire Azeroth Continent? Do you want to make the Draenei the Destroyer the world? Do you want to destroy the world?"
Velen was speechless; the complex situation left him completely bewildered.
"The Holy Light will guide us on our path," was all Velen could say.
"You say the Lich King Ner'zhul rules the Shadowmoon Clan, what evidence do you have?" Shanmiusen retorted, unwilling to give up. "If you can't produce evidence, then it's slander. You're slandering a Warchief who loves peace."
Evidence? Robbie was just making up an excuse; there was no evidence to speak of.
Just then, Kel'Thuzad stepped forward and shouted, "I have evidence!"
Kel'Thuzad produced several shards of Frost. Though merely fragments, they exuded a chilling aura, significantly lowering the surrounding temperature. Harder than diamonds, Kel'Thuzad solemnly stated, "These are ice blocks collected by the Burning Legion from the Twisting Nether to imprison the Lich King Ner'zhul's Evil soul. This is just a small portion."
Shanmiusen's expression changed, and he quickly took a few steps back. Although he didn't recognize the Frost that Twisting Nether, he was still quite frightened by the chill and Evil aura within it, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Archmage Vargoth, may I ask, where did these Evil ice blocks come from?"
Kel'Thuzad had just released a powerful aura, Shanmiusen, sensing his surging power, naturally became much more polite. An Archmage whose strength was comparable to Velen's deserved respect.
Kel'Thuzad had once entered Draenor and met the Lich King Ner'zhul. He smiled and said:
"Of course, I got it from Ner'zhul, the Lich King and leader of the Shadowmoon Clan. I've been hunting him Ner'zhul for years, but unfortunately, he infiltrated this Timeline and took over as chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan."
Kel'Thuzad was no simple character; he could spout lies without batting an eye. Shanmiusen knew there was something wrong with his words, but he didn't know how to refute them, since Kel'Thuzad had presented solid evidence.
Yrel pushed through the crowd and stepped forward, proclaiming, "I testify that the current chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan is the Lich King Ner'zhul. I infiltrated Shaz'gul and witnessed Ner'zhul's true form firsthand; he is a Lich."
"Wow, what kind of drama is this?" Robbie was quite surprised. He had just said it casually, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a case of "what goes around comes around." Kel'Thuzad's evidence and Yrel's testimony inadvertently confirmed Ner'zhul's identity.
"This is a golden opportunity!" Robbie scoffed. "Shanmiusen, does the Peace Dove intend to collude with the Lich King Ner'zhul? Do you intend to destroy Azeroth?"
Shanmiusen shuddered upon hearing this; the charge was far too serious.
Destroying the world— the Peace Dove has used this accusation to slander many powerful beings, but now that it has come upon its own head, it feels how heavy this accusation truly is.
Shanmiusen glanced at the fifty Ashran soldiers accompanying him and sensed their hostile gazes.
The Peace Dove could not bear this stigma. Shanmiusen's eyes darted around, and a plan formed in his mind. Pointing at the Prophet Velen, he shouted, "Velen, you have deceived us! You have colluded with the Lich King Ner'zhul! Do you intend to destroy the world?"